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Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Lord
The voices speak of bread and of sheets that were
Scarlet and blue are at his
His heart a cat drowns in a well

He of all the girls he will not love
He thinks not of the or the past
Blue spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets for other where

There stands the with gold on his hair
Two thick each link of coiled ore
to his white skinned wife, she answers not
He his question angry to the gulls

His wife strikes her mouth with a skull like
The bleeding image of her loss revolves above her
With every line in its and accusing eye
That pierces soul

The slaves row on beneath the dragon
His heart recall his red haired son
the burning walls that he razed down

His wife and he speak not as is brought
A cup that seethes like the blood of wolves
His dagger is hidden in her dress
He drinks joyless to a sleep

The Jailer bangs the iron
Lord Randall wakes, in pain
He shakes his shackles in the gloom
The blood of his wounds is as coal

The Jailer leads him out upon the blinding stair
He uneven turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword falls on his
The pain is cold

They lay him in the at the break of day
They close the door upon his clay
The birds are worms from the ground

Their feathers gray as mist on a morn
Foresters burn branches from the sleeping
The sun turns to stone

His lies in her labor nine days long
She called on Bridget in her time
I out on the room of my birth
With hangings rich of strange designs

Nobles with their wine cups in the room
me and she the King's queen
Already, I am who I am
Already, forgotten who I've been

My mother lifts me up to her soft breast
Her nipple a berry both hard and brown
Her eyes look on me waves of the sea
And with lips the yellow milk I draw